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Mar 2023
I’ll barely eat,
and cry in my car before work.
Meanwhile I’ll trick everyone into
thinking I’m no longer
sifting through the wreckage
of us.
Chameleon
Written by
Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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